Arizona International Film Festival

Friday, April 18, 2008

Ben Slamka is the epitome of resourcefulness. When I met him at a local coffee house, he was writing his latest script on an old borrowed laptop, a long-since-outmoded Sony still running on Windows 95 that he refers to as a “dinosaur.” In a day when wannabe screenwriters spend hundreds of dollars on scriptwriting software, Slamka is writing brilliant work on a computer that doesn’t even have enough juice to run those programs. As a senior at the University of Arizona, he managed to make his senior thesis film Tympanic for $5000, most of which was funded by grants, donations, and outside investors. That’s a paltry sum that he estimates could very easily have been three times as much. But he relied on “student perks and discounts,” such as donated 16mm film stock from Kodak. He didn’t let a lack of resources stand in the way of his vision. “You find ways,” he said.

The Cincinnati native and 2007 U of A graduate always wanted to be a filmmaker, but was initially too “afraid of being poor” to take film classes. He started off majoring in health sciences, then physiology, before finally making the leap to film. “I always liked film,” he said. But Slamka has more than just an interest in watching movies – he has an abundance of talent at making them.

Slamka is a writer and director of several shorts, and he has plans to dabble in documentaries soon. The film he’s most proud of, though, is Typmanic, which he first described as “simple, cold and painful” before correcting himself – “simple, cold, and ironic.” Ironic indeed, but it’s certainly a painful film to watch (and hear). Tympanic is about a man imprisoned in a dank and empty prison cell. Fitted with a device on his head that amplifies sounds to an ear-piercing degree, he’s driven to the brink of insanity by a common housefly.

There’s no information given about the prisoner, or when or where the film takes place. “It has three acts,” he said, “but we don’t give you too much.” He feels that some short films suffer from trying to pack in too much story or detail into a small timeframe. “Here, we just have this moment,” he said, but without giving any answers, Slamka’s film raises all sorts of questions.

Slamka and his producer/cinematographer Troy Kurtz shot the film in 6 days at the Tucson Ice hockey rink. They built the set in Slamka’s backyard, a time-consuming process which required thousands of rivets to be individually hand-glued to the walls. He’s quick to credit Kurtz and others who helped out, who accepted payment in the form of beer and pizza. “I couldn’t have done it by myself by any means,” he said, appreciative of the “great effort from people who were excited to work on the film.”

It should come as no surprise that his major stylistic influences include atmospheric geniuses like Fincher, Lynch, and Cronenberg (who he refers to as “the three Daves”). But the theme of Tympanic comes from Slamka’s personal experiences --he was in and out of hospitals for 6 months recovering from a brain hemorrhage, where he remembers “being alone, cold, and in pain.” During this time, he thought a lot about a different kind of imprisonment – being stuck in the hospital or physical therapy, not being able to move forward.

Fully recovered from his illness, Slamka is moving forward very quickly these days. In the Fall of ’08, he will begin working on his M.F.A. at the University of Texas-Austin. His dedication to academics (he graduated suma cum laude with a 3.95 GPA) secured him a spot in the program, but he believes Tympanic is what landed him a very prestigious fellowship.

This is an impressive and stylized film that sucks you in. “You can create a world, that’s the neat thing about film,” he said, before quickly adding “if you do it right.”

With Tympanic, Slamka did it right.

Ben’s picks to see at the festival:The Electric Sleep

Tympanic is part of the Arizona Shorts program, which plays Wednesday April 23rd at 8:00 p.m. at The Screening Room.

Action and adventure are served up in surprising doses in this family drama and coming-of-age story that finds two young boys inadvertently caught in the middle of a mob family feud.

Kyle Barrett (Reiley McClendon) is the new kid in junior high, and he finds himself in a heap of trouble on the first day when he brashly stands up to the school bully. This is where director Rocco DeVilliers The Flyboys instantly announces itself as something completely different, something original and daring – rather than find Kyle on the wrong end of a fist, he actually fights and beats up not one, not two, but three bullies. When he’s tracked down by the bullies’ older, tougher brothers, Kyle still doesn’t back down. This kid kicks ass and takes names – so he can hunt you down and kick your ass again.

Kyle wasn’t getting in fights just for the fun of it (though he does seem to have a sly smile on his face after he keys a bully’s car) – he’s fighting to protect the sheepish Jason McIntyre (Jesse James), a quiet kid who is no stranger to bullies. The two boys develop an instant bond when they discover that they have a shared passion for airplanes. Kyle’s uncle gives the two a daring flight in an old two-seat plane.

Soon Kyle and James are hanging out at the local airport, checking out the planes and dreaming of being in the sky. One day they take their curiosity one step too far when they board a plane and are forced to hide in the cargo hold after the plane’s owner shows up. Unfortunately for them, the owner is taking the plane into the air. This is the boys’ biggest problem – until they find a bomb on the plane. Things go from bad to worse to much, much worse when they find that the pilot and passengers have abandoned the plane, leaving them on a collision course with a mountain.

The story takes an unexpected twist when we find that the pilot and passengers are mobsters up to no good. If Jason and Kyle are able to land the plane, they may have the clues to solve a multi-million dollar heist. But landing the plane’s only the first threat to their survival. Once they’re out of the air, they’ll have a host of mobsters looking for them.

Reiley McClendon and Jesse James are two rising stars in the industry. Since filming The Flyboys, Reiley has had roles on CSI and CSI: Miami, as well as Law & Order: SVU and Law & Order: Criminal Intent. Jesse has been on television since he was 8 years old, and won the Hollywood Reporter Young Star Award for his role in the Oscar-winning film As Good As It Gets.

In addition to the great performances by these two rising young stars, The Flyboys also features a few established Hollywood talents. Golden Globe-nominee Tom Sizemore (Saving Private Ryan, Heat) plays mobster Angelo Esposito. Angelo is a tricky character to handle – gruff and hard on the exterior, but ultimately a caring and tender guy who may actually have the boys’ best interests in mind – but Sizemore embodies him perfectly.

Stephen Baldwin (Celebrity Mole: Yucatan, Celebrity Mole: Hawaii, Celebrity Bull Riding Challenge, Celebrity Apprentice, and Celebrity Fear Factor) does a great job as Silvio, Angelo’s troubled but well-meaning brother. This is the best performance I have ever seen from a man who was once placed in a plexiglass coffin with 3000 hissing Madagascar cockroaches.

The Flyboys refuses to conform to the standards of its genre. This is no Agent Cody Banks or Spy Kids. The action is more intense, the suspense more nerve-wracking, the dangers more pervasive, the stakes much higher. There’s murder, robbery, and foul-mouthed mobsters. The Flyboys’ rejection of the family film guidelines is what sets it apart – above and beyond – other films of its kind. This is a film that is going to find a wider and more fervent fan base than the normal coming-of-age family movie.

The Flyboys is one of the most suspenseful and exciting movies you’ll find at the festival this year. Filled with car chases, aerial maneuvers, and great photography, this is a movie that needs to be seen on the big screen. It’s playing twice, and you may find yourself at both screenings.

Special note to parents: The Flyboys may not be appropriate for the whole family. It is a coming-of-age story of two young boys, and it does rely on strong morals and family values, but the language is a bit coarse and the violence a little rough. The Flyboys was submitted to the MPAA and rated PG-13 for violence and language.

The Flyboys will be playing on Sunday, April 20th at 3:00 p.m. and Friday, April 25th at 7:30 p.m. at Crossroads.

Jackie Torrens’ directorial debut Pickled Punk had a modest budget of $800, but the Halifax-based actor/poet/playwright/director was willing to pay any price to secure the perfect star for her film. She was able to find her lead for only $125 – a good portion of the budget, but a steal considering the short wouldn’t have worked without him. This was the kind of star who would make headlines and turn heads. After all, he's a fetus.

Pickled Punk is the story of a 20-week old fetus preserved in formaldehyde that lands in the hands of a pair of Canadian yuppies. Pickled Punk (a prop Torrens found by Googling “fetus rentals”) lives in their home, acting as voyeur and conversation piece. She describes the 10 minute short as “a fantastical, realistic, cautionary tale,” but notes that the film makes no political statements. “The film has nothing to do with abortion. I knew that because the main character is a fetus there might be some people who would see it that way,” she said “but Pickled is a metaphor for aborted potential - or whatever anybody else might want it to be about.”

Torrens knows a little something about telling a layered, multi-faceted story. Originally an English major, Torrens has worked up quite an impressive resume from her work in theatre – her critically-acclaimed plays including Fables and Georama have been professionally produced and have premiered at high-profile venues such as the National Arts Center in Ottawa. But Torrens, who first and foremost considers herself a writer, wanted to try directing because it was something new, something that would hopefully push her out of a self-described “period of creative stagnation.”

But there’s no sign of any creative stagnation in Pickled Punk, which is not only one of the most unique shorts at the AIFF, but has also toured the festival circuit and been touted for its originality. Perhaps taking a step back from the stage and picking up a Sony PD-150 relit her creative flame. “Working with the camera brought my mojo back,” she said. “I wanted to direct, I wanted to experiment, I wanted to see what I could accomplish in spite of obstacles.”

The obstacles were clear on Pickled – a limited budget, a very short shooting schedule, and no prior experience behind the camera. But Torrens had a unique approach to filmmaking. “Proceeding with the mindset that obstacles are not really obstacles was very helpful,” she said.

After overcoming the foreseen, and unforeseen, obstacles with Pickled, Torrens is ready to go behind the camera again in the very near future. New technology is changing production and distribution, and the emerging independent culture appeals to Torrens. “The new technology is quite ‘democratic,’ meaning you can get away with a lot now that you couldn't before.” Similar to her experience with poetry, theatre, and radio, Torrens is drawn to the artistic liberty of independent filmmaking. “They're almost these under-the-radar genres - you certainly can't get rich in them. But what they do have is creative freedom,” she said. “It's like your artistic development can happen a bit more quietly.”

But Pickled Punk refuses to be quiet – it will continue to tour international festivals before airing on CTV in Canada later this year. As for Pickled Punk himself? “I imagine he's in California, the land of his birth. Of course he never writes or calls,” Torrens said. “Prick.”

Jackie’s picks to see at the festival: Bush vs. Bin Laden, If a Body Meet a Body, Away from Her.Pickled Punk is part of the Edgy Shorts Program, which plays Friday, April 18th at 10:30 p.m. at The Screening Room. Note to parents: this program starts at 10:30 and is called “edgy” for a reason.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Director Kivmars Bowling experiments with form and narrative while paying homage to silent film, early talkies, and contemporary cinema in this story of a fragile-boned rabble-rouser who leads a group of fishermen in a revolution against an oppressive government.

Donovan Slacks lives his life in fear. And for good reason, too – he’s been conditioned to believe that something, or everything, is wrong with him. His doctor tells him that he’s depressed. His therapist tells him that his life is out of order and that he’ll soon fall apart. And Donovan’s mother convinced him that he has a soft head due to a bone condition. So he wears an old pilot’s cap everywhere he goes, checks himself into a Sea Bathing Hospital, and asks for the doctors to cure him. All he gets, unfortunately, is more discouraging diagnoses from the staff.

Donovan’s terrified of life, but he can’t help but want more from it. He’s intrigued when he stumbles across a fisherman’s union that is embroiled in a bitter taxing dispute with the government. Somehow Donovan inadvertently is chosen to be their official spokesperson – his bowtie and collared shirt gives him an authoritative look, and he impresses the fishermen by using words like “desist.” He’s afraid of standing up to the government, but this fear, unlike his others, is not irrational. The government relies on a constant threat of force, hinting that violence awaits around every corner. Donovan hatches a plan to appease both sides, but his idea may end up causing more harm than good.

Donovan Slacks is not just an engaging narrative, but it’s also a celebration and concoction of cinematic forms. The first half of the film is shot like a silent film, complete with an accompanying piano score. However, it’s shot in color looks like old film stock from the 50s that would have been used for home movies.. The “silent film” portion uses a few contemporary filmmaking techniques that weren’t so prevalent in the 1920s – more close-ups, a diversity of angles, and quicker cuts to name a few. This is a mix of just about everything.

About halfway through the movie, Donovan makes the transition from silent film to “talkie” (which is fitting – Slacks takes place in 1928, just as the silent film era was giving way to the sound era). The transition is certainly not arbitrary. Donovan suddenly learns to talk, in a matter of speaking, after a great revolution – he’s been lied to all of his life, and now he can finally hear the truth.

The analysis of language, both as a tool and a weapon, is what makes this movie so rich and layered. Strangely enough, Donovan Slacks feels like the antithesis of 2001: A Space Odyssey. In Kubrick’s 1968 sci-fi classic, language is incapable of expressing anything. The characters are inarticulate, and what they say is trite and vapid. But Donovan Slacks is about finding your voice – literally. It’s about learning to speak up for yourself, and speak out about injustices – once again, quite literally. It’s about the power of language to communicate truth. Where Kubrick didn’t see language as capable of keeping up with technology and progress, Bowling sees language as its own form of progress. Once Donovan learns to speak, he’s become fully human.

But, ultimately, language fails and betrays Donovan and his friends. Once the characters in Slacks gain their voice, the oppression from the dominant ideology becomes even more stifling. The government officials can speak, too, and they’re going to make sure that theirs is the last word heard. Ironically, the government was all “talk” during the silent portion. It wasn’t until they had the option of using a voice, of creating a dialogue between opposing parties, that they escalated their violence to a new level.

Kivmars Bowling’s had a difficult time securing financing for his eccentric debut film, but Slacks has proven to be a hit on the festival circuit. The AIFF is one of nearly a dozen international film festivals that have chosen Donovan Slacks as an official selection.

Bowling has crafted a hefty, thought-provoking film that’s going to be open to a multitude of different interpretations. Maybe it’s a cautionary tale about overmedication, or a critique of psychoanalysis. It’s a coming-of-age story, and an inspiring fairy tale about the need for political dissent. It’s a love story, a social problem film, and a morality tale. But I think ultimately this is a celebration of the communal power of the cinema. It’s a dissection of filmmaking as a process and film as a medium. Slacks is a hodgepodge of styles and movements and aesthetics, but somehow Bowling blends everything together in a way that feels entirely natural – it’s wholly original yet somehow perfectly authentic. Its elements are so well-conceived that they integrate seamlessly yet stand out on their own. Donovan Slacks is a really great film for true film lovers.

Donovan Slacks is playing on Sunday, April 20th at 6:00 p.m. and Thursday, April 24th at 10:00 p.m. at The Screening Room.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A lifetime of bad luck threatens a father and son’s reunion, as old wounds resurface and new ones are opened in Broken Fences, Troy McGatlin’s fusion of family drama and contemporary western.

Joe Simmons (Jan Van Sickle) is a quiet and simple man who prefers to spend his days alone working on his ranch. He gets up at 5:00 a.m. and makes sure that the horses, cattle, and chickens are fed before he sits down to eat. Joe lives this life of solitude by choice, but we get a hint early on that Joe has cut himself off from the world a little too much. When he goes to the town’s only store, he’s surprised to find his friend no longer owns the place – and hasn’t for quite some time. Joe might be a little bit lonely, but he’s found his routine and he likes it just fine.

But Joe’s life of peace is unexpectedly disrupted when he gets a phone call from his estranged son Dylan, who informs him that he was recently paroled from jail and is looking for a place to stay. Though it’s only hinted at, it’s clear that Joe and Dylan have a long tumultuous history, and Joe is originally unwilling to take him in, even temporarily. But Joe won’t let his boy live on the streets, and he soon finds himself outside the jail, collecting his son.

Dylan promises his father that he’s a changed man, and it’s easy to believe him. He speaks softly, works hard, and the only time he gets a fiery look in his eye is when he fervently tells his father that he’ll never go back to prison again. Dylan has a host of skeletons in his closet, but maybe undeservedly so. He’s a simple-minded boy who seems to be followed by a host of bad luck. A traumatizing incident in Dylan’s teenage years left him emotionally scarred and in the company of a few bad seeds. Dylan was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it ended up costing him 6 years of his life behind bars.

Even though Dylan promises he’s turned a new leaf, things are uneasy between the two from the very beginning. They eat in silence, work in silence, and spend time on opposite ends of the ranch. But Joe senses a change in Dylan that he can’t deny – maybe his son really has turned his life around. In their first candid moment, Dylan convinces Joe to ask a local shopkeeper out on a date. Things between the two men seem to be getting better, until Dylan’s streak of bad luck and bad behavior catches up to him. From there, the story unfolds in unexpected directions until the shocking third act that you won’t see coming.

There’s a subplot in Broken Fences about a cougar that terrorizes Joe’s livestock. Dylan is a lot like the cougar – unwanted, he stumbles onto Joe’s ranch, makes a mess of things, and leaves it all for his father to clean up. And like the cougar, Dylan doesn’t really mean any harm to Joe. Causing trouble may just be his lot in life. But getting rid of a cougar is easier than getting rid of a child.

Director Troy McGatlin, who graduated from University of Colorado film school, saved up $75,000 to finance Broken Fences by working as an assistant accountant on Batman & Robin, Saving Private Ryan, and Memoirs of a Geisha. But Fences isn’t his first feature – McGatlin directed Head Hunter, an award-winning slasher film, which was picked up by Spectrum Entertainment and released worldwide on DVD. McGatlin proves he’s a versatile filmmaker, effortlessly transitioning from horror to a quiet, touching family story. McGatlin’s talent is not going unnoticed – his work on Broken Fences just earned him the Grand Jury Award for Best Director at the New York International Independent Film & Video Festival.

Broken Fences carefully explores this relationship between father and son without resorting to clichés. It never asks the audience an obvious question, only to respond with an even more obvious answer. McGatlin has crafted a fine little film that will engage you and challenge you until the end. And what an end it is.

Broken Fences is playing on Sunday, April 20th at 5:00 p.m. at Crossroads.

Monday, April 14, 2008

When struggling Hollywood tabloid journalist Edward “Wag” Tamic (Richmond Arquette) gets a once-in-a-lifetime lead about an A-list actor’s sordid personal life, he thinks he’s found the story that will turn his career around. But in a city this corrupt, and when even the newspapers are on the movie studios’ payroll, will Wag’s scoop ever see the light of day?

Wag works for Privy, a Variety-esque tabloid staffed by not-so-honorable journalists who make a living writing about even less honorable Hollywood stars. Privy is slashing the budget, and Wag quickly goes from full-time staff writer to freeloading freelancer almost overnight. Unemployed, he spends most of his time with his friends, who are always trying to justify their chosen careers to themselves and each other. They’re paparazzi, gossip writers, and celebrity locators. Their relationships are all somewhat incestuous, as they buy and sell information from each other in order to keep their tenuous careers afloat.

One such piece of information comes to Wag from a longtime tipster, but it won’t be cheap. The asking price for this tidbit is $5000, but this is a story that definitely will be worth it. A reliable source has it that A-List Hollywood actor Dan Marr makes frequent trips to Venezuela in order to enjoy the company of the underage local girls. Wag doesn’t believe it at first, but his mind is quickly changed when he hears an audio recording of Marr’s arrest and interrogation in a Venezuelan police station. Yes, Marr has been arrested for this before, but his agent and the movie studio paid off the police and buried the story. But now Wag has a tape – irrefutable proof that he should be able to sell to the highest bidder in the States. Unfortunately, Wag finds that L.A. is a changing town where anyone, provided they have a good enough agent, can roam the streets.

While Wednesday Again primarily focuses on Wag’s attempt to break this story, you’ll want to pay special attention to the unfolding subplot involving his friend, a young paparazzi named Todd who spends his days digging up the dirt on celebrities, though he may have more skeletons in his closet than they do. Todd’s story may seem out of place at first – his budding romance with a young actress doesn’t seem to make sense when punctuating the larger plot’s narrative. But as the story progresses, we realize that Wednesday Again is every bit as much Todd’s story as it is Wag’s. Todd and Wag have to make some serious changes in their lives. But when they find a new direction, are they moving on, or just running from their problems?

Director John Lavachielli is an actor and writer (you may have seen him on The Practice or watched an episode he wrote of Beverly Hills, 90210), but this is first time directing a feature film. His direction is confident and assured, and he works well with a young cast of talented actors. Richmond Arquette is every bit as talented as his Arquette family name implies, and Brad Heller, who plays Todd, does a fine job of stealing scenes without even letting you know he’s stolen them. He silently helps the movie flow, masquerading as mere comic relief until his character becomes a major player in the story.

While Arquette, Lavachielli, and Heller are all very talented artists with bright futures on the horizon, perhaps the biggest find in Wednesday Again is the amazing music from singer/songwriter Sarabeth Tucek, who provides what is easily the best original soundtrack you’ll find at the festival this year. A mix of Nico, Natalie Merchant, and Mazzy Star, Tucek has a rich voice and a unique intonation that is sure to catch your ear. Already on her way to success (she recently opened for Bob Dylan, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and Ray Lamontagne), Wednesday Again is a great introduction to this wonderful emerging artist.

This is an engaging story that unfolds into something quite unexpected. Wednesday Again is a nice companion piece to Chinatown (playing April 24th at the Fox Theatre), as they’re both nostalgic for the old Hollywood. A city, as Roger Ebert writes in his review of Chinatown, that “you can glimpse in the backgrounds of old movies, where the sun beats down on streets that are too wide, and buildings seem more defiant than proud.” And this nostalgia for the dying Hollywood (or maybe the lost Hollywood) works so well in Wednesday because, while Hollywood is essentially the main character, it’s never shown in any real way. There are no glamorized shots of Rodeo Drive, or cheery shots of the “Hollywood” sign. It’s always mentioned but never visualized. It’s a noticeable absence from the film, and in the minds of these characters, the city itself, the real city, is just as absent.

Wednesday Again offers a smart script, solid acting, and a wonderful soundtrack. This is a great little film that is a welcome addition to the lineup of solid features at this year’s festival.

Wednesday Again is playing on Saturday, April 19th at 9:30 p.m. at The Screening Room.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

British Columbia’s marijuana business is a $7 billion a year industry, despite the fact that the sale of the plant is illegal, eh. Director Brett Harvey’s fascinating documentary asks how this is possible, why marijuana is outlawed, and just whose interests are being protected by banning the plant.

The Union, hosted by Executive Producer Adam Scorgie, begins with an exploration of the famed “BC Bud” – the popular marijuana grown in British Columbia. While the general consensus is that most of American pot comes from Canadian soil, Scorgie argues that this isn’t necessarily the case. Though 75% of BC Bud ends up in America, this particular product only accounts for 5% of the marijuana used in the United States.

But The Union just uses BC Bud as a springboard to discuss the larger issues surrounding the plant, namely legislation. Scorgie asks why marijuana is illegal, yet tobacco and alcohol, two much more dangerous drugs, are not. For example, the Center for Disease Control and Prevention found that alcohol-related deaths are the third leading cause of mortality in the US, while tobacco use is the leading cause of preventable death. However, there have been no cases of someone dying directly from marijuana use. It just makes playing Halo a little bit more fun.

More than half of the Canadian population has smoked pot at some point in their lives (compared to the US government’s estimate that 25% of Americans have tried marijuana at least once). Does this mean that the Canadian population is more open to the idea of marijuana, or are there just a lot of Canadians using the plant to cure their “migraines?” To answer this question, The Union explores the propaganda that has surrounded the drug for decades. Some of the best moments in the film come from 50s and 60s educational filmstrips that demonize pot. However, Scorgie and Harvey follow reefer madness all the way up to the present day, citing multiple US presidents who have either ignored or suppressed scientific studies that fail to link marijuana to serious health problems.

Harvey’s film argues that the biggest loser in the marijuana debacle may be the hemp plant. Like marijuana, hemp is a variety of the Cannabis sativa plant, but hemp cannot be used to get high. Unfortunately, its close association with marijuana has resulted in many governments outlawing hemp cultivation. However, hemp has long since been put to good use both in the States and abroad. Did you know that George Washington and Thomas Jefferson both grew hemp – and that Jefferson wrote two drafts of the Declaration of Independence on hemp paper? Most interesting is that the first law regarding hemp was actually a mandate requiring American colonies to grow the crop.

Scorgie is the perfect host for this documentary. He’s not condescending or abrasive or unlikable. He’s always one step ahead of the audience, ready to answer “why?” before we even have time to formulate the question. The logic here is clear, focused, and laboriously researched, and supported by interviews from leaders in health care, science, the justice system, and Joe Rogan. Yes, the former host of Fear Factor, who used to laugh perversely as he goaded contestants into drinking blended tarantulas on camera, is considered an expert source alongside journalists, biochemists, and a former Harvard Medical School professor. I don’t know who decided that the Joe Rogan is an expert on anything, but he seems to know a lot about smoking pot.

Will marijuana or the hemp plant ever be legalized in the States or Canada? The Union seems hopeful, but cautiously optimistic. Make no mistake, though. Harvey’s film is not just a rallying cry from potheads around the globe who dream of being able to get high in public. Rather, the only thing that he truly advocates and endorses is logic.

The Union is one of many incredible feature-length documentaries at this year’s festival. It has been accepted to 29 International Film Festivals, and is the winner of numerous awards. It’s funny, informative, and fair, and it may make you like Joe Rogan. And that’s the highest praise I can give any movie.

The Union: The Business Behind Getting High is playing on Tuesday, April 22nd at 8:00 p.m. at The Screening Room.